Tired of playing the water-saving game – shorter showers, browner grass, dirtier cars? Me, too. So let’s join those playing the “wasted-water” game. Instead of bragging about how much we’ve saved, we can shout about how much is going to waste.
The state of California soon will tell us what we’re worth. Don’t be surprised if the answer is “not as much as south Valley farmers,” or “not as much as San Francisco fishermen,” or simply “not much.”
Very little could make your heart ache more than seeing Alexandria Griffin-Heady’s face. Torn in grief, a reflection of a tortured mind, her miserable world made almost unbearable by the loss of her young brother. A loss for which she feels responsible.
It’s hard enough to relate to teenagers when you’ve been paying taxes for longer than they’ve been alive. If your thumbs can’t tap out a message faster than you say the same thing over the phone, then that 40-year gap can seem an unbridgeable chasm.
It’s not just that we’re in a drought that requires us to have a serious conversation about water. As bad as this dry spell is, droughts come and go; they’re common to California, constant, like allergies or 100-degree days.